Texts to Art Songs and Choral Works by J. Dowland
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Song Cycles, Collections, Symphonies, etc.:
- A Pilgrimes Solace
- First Book of Songs or Airs
- Come away, come sweet love (Text: Anonymous)
- Wilt thou, unkind, thus reave me? (Text: Anonymous)
- Dear, if you change
- My thoughts are wing'd with hopes (Text: George Cliford, 3rd Earl of Cumberland)
- Go crystal tears
- Now, oh now I needs must part (Text: Anonymous)
- His golden locks Time hath to silver turned (Text: George Peele)
- Robert Dowland's Musical Banquet [multi-composer]
- In darkness let me dwell, composed by John Dowland (Text: Anonymous) FRE
- To plead my faith, composed by Daniel Bachelar (Text: Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex)
- Change thy mind since she doth change, composed by Richard Martin (Text: Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex)
- Far from triumphing court, composed by John Dowland (Text: Henry Lea, Sir)
- Second Book of Songs or Airs
- Fine knacks for ladies DUT SPA
- Woeful heart, with grief oppressèd! (Text: Anonymous)
- I saw my lady weep
- Toss not my soul, O Love (Text: Anonymous)
- A shepherd in a shade
- From Fame's desire (Text: Anonymous)
- White as lilies was her face (Text: Anonymous)
- The Third and Last Book of Songs or Airs
- Behold a wonder here
- Time stands still
- Weep you no more, sad fountains (Text: 16th century) FRE GER
- What poor astronomers are they (Text: Anonymous)
- By a fountain where I lay (Text: Anonymous)
- The lowest trees have tops (Text: Edward Dyer, Sir) ITA
- Flow not so fast, ye fountains
- It was a time when silly bees could speak (Text: Robert, Earl of Essex)
All titles of vocal settings in Catalog order
- An heart that's broken and contrite (Text: William Leighton, Sir) [x]
- A shepherd in a shade
- Awake, sweet love (Text: Anonymous)
- Away with these selfe loving lads (Text: Fulke Grenville Brooke, Baron)
- Behold a wonder here
- Burst forth, my tears
- By a fountain where I lay (Text: Anonymous)
- Can she excuse my wrongs
- Clear or cloudy
- Come again: sweet love doth now invite (Text: 17th century) ITA
- Come away, come sweet love (Text: Anonymous)
- Come, heavy Sleep (Text: Anonymous) SPA
- Come Holy Ghost, Creator, come (Text: Anonymous) GER GER
- Dear, if you change
- Disdain me still (Text: William, Earl of Pembroke)
- Farewell unkind
- Far from triumphing court (Text: Henry Lea, Sir)
- Fie on this feigning
- Fine knacks for ladies DUT SPA
- Flow, my tears (Text: Anonymous) CAT CHI SPA
- Flow not so fast, ye fountains
- From Fame's desire (Text: Anonymous)
- Go crystal tears
- Go nightly cares
- His golden locks Time hath to silver turned (Text: George Peele)
- Humour, say what mak'st thou here
- If my complaints could passions move
- If that a sinner's sighs
- In darkness let me dwell (Text: Anonymous) FRE
- I saw my lady weep
- I shame at mine unworthiness (Text: William Leighton, Sir) [x]
- It was a time when silly bees could speak (Text: Robert, Earl of Essex)
- Lady, if you so spite me
- Lasso vita mia IRI
- Love those beams
- Me, me and none but me
- Mourn, Day is with darkness fled
- My heart and tongue were twins FRE
- My thoughts are wing'd with hopes (Text: George Cliford, 3rd Earl of Cumberland)
- Now cease my wand'ring eyes
- Now, oh now I needs must part (Text: Anonymous)
- O sweet woods (Text: Philip Sidney, Sir)
- O what hath overwrought
- Rest awhile, you cruel cares
- Say, love, if ever thou didst find DUT
- Shall I strive with words to move
- Shall I sue?
- Sleep, wayward thoughts
- Sorrow stay
- Sweet, stay awhile
- Tell me, true Love
- The lowest trees have tops (Text: Edward Dyer, Sir) ITA
- Think'st thou then by thy feigning (Text: Anonymous)
- Time's eldest son, Old Age
- Time stands still
- To ask for all thy love (Text: John Donne)
- Toss not my soul, O Love (Text: Anonymous)
- Unquiet thoughts
- Weep you no more, sad fountains (Text: 16th century) FRE GER
- Were every thought an eye
- What if I never speed?
- What poor astronomers are they (Text: Anonymous)
- When Phoebus first did Daphne love
- Where sin sore wounding
- White as lilies was her face (Text: Anonymous)
- Who ever thinks or hopes of love (Text: Fulke Grenville Brooke, Baron)
- Wilt thou, unkind, thus reave me? (Text: Anonymous)
- Woeful heart, with grief oppressèd! (Text: Anonymous)
- P. 79. What if a day, or a month, or a yeare? (Text: Anonymous) ITA
Last update: 2024-05-11 04:24:21